First: I really wanted to make a really good cliffie last chappie! But I suck at cliffies! I always want to wrap thing up carefully and have a good ending… :( oh well, next time!

Second: the plot is progressing so slowly! sweatdrops keep on reading, the plot is coming… slowly but surely!

Third: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT HITSU/RUKIA! I am just using Rukia because she has a reason to be sad! :P (just like how I used Matsumoto last chappie) The story says Hitsu/Momo so it will be.

Disclaimer: . . .i am a girl who owns bleach. . .LOL last time I checked, a guy owned bleach! TITE KUBO OWNS BLEACH! I merely wish I did . . . like everyone else on this website.


It had been Unohana-taicho who'd woken the sleeping Captain. He reluctantly followed the choker-braided lady out, taking one last glance at the sleeping Hinamori.

"Now, you take care of yourself, Hitsugaya-taicho."


It was late afternoon, and in Soul Society most people stayed inside around this time to have an afternoon nap or snack. Hitsugaya's house was empty, with just the bare essentials. You could hardly tell that anyone was living there at all. It was true though; most of the time he just slept in the office trying to catch up on paperwork; other times he was out on missions or stuck in 4th Division again. So obviously, the white haired youth had no plans on going back home.

Instead he headed towards his old home in Rukongai to visit his grandmother, and as he passed the market district he saw a familiar face wandering around. The girl who was the owner of that face proceeded to the nearest fruit store, buying some watermelon to cool down.

His mouth began to water as he looked at those juicy watermelons. His taste for them over the years hadn't dimmed; in fact it had increased, and it was so hard to get watermelons tasting just as good as the Rukongai ones in the Seireitei. He had grown up with Rukongai's sweet watermelons, and nothing else would taste better to his tastebuds.


The petite soul reaper nearly dropped her watermelon.


There was a brief moment of awkward silence, and Kuchiki Rukia realised that the 10th Division Captain was staring at her watermelon quite hungrily.

"…Ano, would you like some watermelon, taicho?"


Half an hour later, Hitsugaya leaned back contently into a peach tree after devouring most of Rukia's watermelon. He was feeling much better; watermelon seemed to have that effect on him, just like chocolate for most people.

But while slurping the watermelon, he'd noticed that Rukia's slice just lay idly in her hand. Her eyes had been staring distantly into space, looking somewhere but nowhere at the same time. It was the same expression that Matsumoto had had on her face, and the shock of seeing it again made him forget the watermelon for a moment.


The soul reaper had been suddenly pulled out of her thoughts.

"Uh, is something wrong, Hitsugaya-taicho?"

He'd shaken his head. "No. Thanks for the watermelon."

"You're welcome."

He'd turned and headed towards the hills, and he'd sworn he heard Kuchiki utter something as he left.




"… -iro!"


He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Hinamori?" Then he took a better look at the figure currently climbing up the hill.


The old granny was puffing by the time she arrived under the peach tree.

"Are you alright, baa-chan? Here, you'd better sit down," offered Toshiro, now standing up. The grandmother smiled and sat down on the particularly soft patch of grass Toshiro was sitting on before.

"Ah. Arigato, Toshiro. My body just isn't as youthful and strong as it used to be."

He frowned.

"Baa-chan, why did you come all the way here? You could've sent a message or something."

The words sounded harsh and cold, but the old lady just chuckled.

"You haven't changed one bit, my little one." She knew it was his way of caring for her.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Toshiro." She sighed. "How is Momo-chan?"

He didn't answer.

"Souka. I see."

He turned and faced his grandmother, his face dropping the icy façade.

"Baa-chan, I just… I just don't understand why. It's not fair. Why Hinamori?"

"Life isn't always fair, Toshiro. It has unexpected twists and changes, some good and some bad. But Momo-chan isn't the only one hurting, isn't she?"

The frown deepened on his face.

"What do you mean, Baa-chan? I can't think of anyone else going through as much pain as she is."

Another sigh escaped his grandmother's mouth, and she decided to change the topic. He'll work it out sooner or later.

"Do you remember how you and Momo-chan used to lie there for hours staring at the stars?"

He nodded. "That stupid bedwetter never shut up the whole time."

Both of them gave a little laugh at that.

Hitsugaya looked up at the half-moon. "Arigato, Baa-chan"

The old lady smiled.

"Domo. You're welcome."


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